Writing holiday prose

1. Say goodbye to the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, your eternal legendary tenderness and hatred. No more crying with you. Only by silently blessing the children in the lonely Guanghan Palace, the fairyland-like life will continue to be poetic. Although it is not happiness, it is not happiness, but it is enough to fascinate men and women in the world of mortals forever. As far as the world is concerned, do you wait for loneliness on the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night? Do you want to leave the Mid-Autumn Festival soon?

2. In autumn, the sky is high and the moon is light, and Guanghua is wet. Looking up at a full moon, hanging high in the deep sky. There are dignified clouds floating around, just like wandering in the distance, full of acacia tears. Why can't I erase the light I miss, but I can't keep the wet clouds in my heart?

3, Mid-Autumn Festival night, toast reunion, fallen leaves have been flying for a long time. Homesick people hurried in the distance and asked the lonely moon for wine. What year is tonight? The light dispersed gently, and the tears wet other places, and the silver light leaking from the pillow quietly accompanied the traces of loneliness.

4, the moonlight is like water, and the heart is as quiet as a tree. On this happy family day, Fang Wei feels that a happy life is an immortal green branch in the world of life. Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, thinking about the ages, mortals have their own normal heart. Foot also, music also!

5. Say goodbye to the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, your eternal legendary tenderness and hatred. No more crying with you.

6, time flies, it should not be this song, it is already heaven and earth. The moonlight is faint, and the heart is ringing. The Mid-Autumn Festival in China has given the China literati the most colorful imagination. In the world of mortals, the moonlight is graceful. Who is whose lover? Looking at the moonlight, calm down, the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night, the heart is far away, but also a different wind.

7, a piece of paper, countless graceful and restrained, endless joys and sorrows. Singing and dragging feelings in life have existed since ancient times. China ancient literati wrote Mid-Autumn Festival in a euphemistic way, as if crying, which naturally confirmed a melancholy homesickness.

8. Time is like water, as if in a blink of an eye, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and one year's work is gradually drifting away. In the streets, shops and shopping malls, colorful moon cakes are filled with a strong Mid-Autumn Festival atmosphere.